Sunday, April 1, 2012

Meeting Mr. Vasquez

There
was a jaunt out to the Emerald City Comic Con today for the express purpose of
going to Mr. Vasquez’s panel. $30 for an hour of him talking? That was a little
steep but you know, big city doings, living life, no regrets(!!!), ect.

Side
Note: In regards to all those quotes about once a person is dead then they only
can regret things they didn’t do / Live life (whooo!) / Express Your Soul In
Loving Action: Eat Shit. Should be easy because you are full of it.

No offense Punisher

To
those who didn't and don't know like me: don’t bother buying the ticket in the first
place. Was I worried about the interspersed old folks who were pretending to
scan the badges of the dozens of people flowing by them every second? I assumed
security would be… present. Like they would take it seriously. Also: the show
is a glorified shopping event. The thirty gives you’re the privilege to buy
over-priced goods?

I love you!

Chunky
girls strutting around, face just bubbling giggles whenever anyone looks at
them. Paris is Burning. Your ass is your entire back. You aren’t celebrating
any culture here, you’re appropriating a theme and a place to showcase your
self-centered narrative. Dye from a can that only partially covers the hair.
Kids, sometimes there are no poor man substitutes. Sometimes you should stay
inside. The ever present Storm Troopers. Quality work fellas. Work in a dance
number for the next go ‘round.

Tables
and tables of books and books. This is what excites? Have I found the titillation?
Wares that can be purchased on any normal day, in any number of others places,
but today they are here! And they cost more. I’ve been fucking robbed! I paid
to get into a mall!

It’s a
new shopping experience. Flowing. No chance to pause for a look. This is a
ride. See the currents? I am studying humanity. Gross, misfit, self-indulgent.
Whee! Where’s the Topatoco booth? Seeing something that was real, then posted
on to the internet(s), now is real in front of my eyes! It blurs my perception.
I’m not used to this “real” stuff. Feels fake. Like Bluray movies.

So Mr.
Vasquez starts off by declaring that Q and A style panels, for him, are always
awful. Then, several dozen oblivious, posturing, losers line up to make his
statement as factual as humanly possible. All questions were submitted in
accordance with the following template: I am super cool, wicked strange, and
crazy dangerous for reading and liking your books - Here is a question that demonstrates
my profound ignorance of even the core ideas of your work. Shit wasn’t even
rendered in comprehendible English in most cases.

But
what is cool has to be cool. I made real something that was not. Also, “Jh” is “J”
in Spanish. I would have paid sizable quantities of money on it being a “Y”
sound. Seattle, as a whole, was in on that game with me.

Hustle
hustle, run run. You see these strides? I’m a be WAITING for Vasquez when he
gets back to his booth to sign. Oh! There’s already a line so long you aren’t
lining up people anymore? Cool… Here’s another quote to live by: don’t throw
good money after bad. I was home eating pizza and mac’cheese in the time it
would have taken me to be turned out from the convention for it closing with no
memento.